Heart of a Graveyard (OS Dominion of Belgaroth)

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10pt][9/20][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Belgar.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.
Enemies: NPC Jedi.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Once more, they disengaged; Saiah’s breastplate had taken several light hits, leaving marks on the lacquered metallic surface. Both combatants had been somewhat worn down, though the Jedi probably more so than Saiah. While Saiah had to be defensive, the Jedi had exerted a lot of energy on her speed and acrobatics to put her in the tough position. Perhaps her best choice would be to wear down the Jedi, but at the same time, the Jedi was wearing down her defence.

Saiah scanned the Zabrak woman in front of her, she was breathing rapidly, but still in good health. Her armour showed signs of a few glancing blows from Saiah’s blade, but nothing that had hampered her. Desperately, her eyes darted over the Zabrak’s form in scearch of her secret. Then she saw her hilt. It was odd, lying strangely in her hand. Saiah needed a closer look.

Once more, the two champions clashed in a flurry of flashing lights. The Zabrak Jedi whirled and swerved, coming at Saiah from a multitude of directions to press her defence and burst through. Saiah employed the beskar plates of her armour to keep her at bay; she was looking for the perfect opportunity to get a hold of that weapon. As the sabres flashed, hissed and clashed, Saiah managed to lock blades with her opponent and force the hilts up above their heads. The Jedi tried to employ a knee strike to separate herself from the Sith, but Saiah anticipated it. She turned her hips and forced the knee astray with her legs. Then she hooked the Jedi’s leg with her own and stepped in while pushing her blade. The Jedi tumbled backwards, but was unable to roll away due to their locked feet. Saiah remained standing, but crouched down to keep the pressure up. Their sabres remained locked even in the fall and now Saiah was pressing both blades down against the Jedi.

The Zabrak struggled and then smiled. She had found a way to take the Sith down, even at the risk of her own life. With her thumb, the female Jedi turned off her blade and let Saiah’s pass through, the scarlet blade carved into her shoulder. However, the Jedi’s blade reactivated as Saiah’s passed and hurtled up against her throat. Saiah threw herself back to avoid, but she could feel the heat as it passed millimetres from her skin and snipped the tip of her chin in searing pain. She had never before seen such a foolishly valiant move.

Saiah’s sway back prevented her blade from carving through with proper force. It made a nasty wound in the Jedi’s left shoulder, but did not sever the collarbone. Saiah rolled off her opponent and up to a standing position, her blade pointed at her prone foe.[/SIZE]

 

[Shaddi]

[9/20]
Objectives
Primary: A & E
Secondary: C
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help(Greta Kohler Sage Bane ). four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.)
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes.

T'zanith stopped for a bit as he leaned against one of the durasteel walls. His side was throbbing from that drop kick earlier. 'My ribs aren't broken... fractured maybe?' He thought as he held one hand over his side. With a grudging groan he started walking again, drawing the force into himself to stop the pain at least. As he kept walking down the path another local came into view and screamed as he came running towards T'zanith with an axe.
If he could roll his eyes he would but he settled for throwing a sharp pipe at the man with a force telekinetic strike, he missed however and hit the man in his thigh. The wound would kill him but in the mean time he'd be no threat at least until he'd bleed out. As T'zanith walked passed the screaming local he picked up his axe and rested it on his shoulder as he looked at the local. "Walk it of drekhead." He said with a smirk on his lips under his helmet as he then walked along the path. The locals screaming was soon silent as T'zanith reached a large scrap pile, almost looked like a castle when he thought about it. "Seems I'm at the right place.... You better make this worth it you insects!" He then said as he saw a few more locals come charging at him from an entrance tot he scrap castle and he prepared himself with his lightsaber in one hand and the stolen Axe in the other.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=6/20]​

Objective: Mayhem – pure and simple
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: 1 x squad Sitherhood troopers
Enemies: Anyone she could find…

It didn’t take long – random deaths always brought the Jedi to the surface – and today was no exception. He was either a mature Padawan or a fresh-faced Knight. Somewhat like herself.

He stood in her way as she walked down the street and she signalled her troopers to fall back.

“Surrender,” he offered.

“But why,” she countered, “I am ready to embrace my destiny."

She saw his right hand drop to his hip, preparing to draw his lightsaber.

She didn't move. She stayed in her defensive stance, her brow furrowing as she weighed her chances. Then her gaze fell on his saber hand, quivering ever so slightly.

"How about you surrender," she said, slowly twirling her weapon and taking a confident step forward.

He held his ground, clenching the fingers of his right hand before grabbing and igniting his saber.

She took another step toward him, casually tossing her lightsaber from one hand to the other. She took yet another step forward, her double-bladed lightsaber began to pick up speed, slicing the air in quick, circular patterns. She had one final thing to say before she launched herself at him. "Your time is over, Jedi."

 

[Shaddi]

[10/20]
Objectives
Primary: A & E
Secondary: C
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help. four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.)
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes.

As he walked towards the locals running towards him, he threw the Axe which, with a little help from the force, hit the largest of them in the head and he fell back, lifeless and unmoving. A few of them came running towards him creaming as they waved around their make shift weapons. 'Amateurish and too easy.' He thought as he raised one local up into the air and threw him at a jagged metal wall, impaling the man but not enough to kill him instantly.
This caused the others to hesitate and a few began running away as T'zanith turned his Lightsaber on. "I highly recommend running you impotent insects." He then said as one ran towards him and that man was easily cut down, causing most of the other locals to run away but two were left as they shook in their boots. "Ugh some people are just stupid to comprehend benevolence." He sighed as he walked passed them but also cut them down as he passed them, he didn't want them to grow some balls and come back to bite him in the ass.
Once inside the make shift scrap metal castle he felt a chill run down his spine. Something was very wrong with this place and he couldn't wait to look through it all, get anything of value and then have it bombarded from orbit.

 

[Nerius]

[8/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith

Blocking a few shots fired by men unconcerned for their allies health, Nerius hurled a Force Push. It successfully knocked the men nearest him to their back sides, giving Nerius time to throw his back hard into an impossible angle. This allowed the blasts to miss his body as they flew past.

He could only hold it for a minute though before he dropped to the ground. Rolling his feet towards him, he pushed off with his shoulders until he flipped upward. Landing on his feet, he ducked back behind a wall awaiting more shots.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=7/20]​

Objective: Finish the fight
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: 1 x squad Sitherhood troopers
Enemies: The Jedi in front of her

The Jedi was transfixed by her blade as she span it faster and faster. As she pressed forward, the Jedi retreated, gripping his weapon in both hands, weaving it in a figure-of-eight defensive pattern.

But she was going to kill him. She knew it, and so did he.

The Sith Knight launched an attack, using the Force to throw a nearby trash can at him as she launched herself forward, lightsaber dancing a deadly weave.

There was a sizzle as his blade intersected hers, a flash of sparks as they separated, he to deflect, she to attack with the blade opposite. The Jedi slashed backhand, feeling a weakness in Maja’s defense.

But it was a trap, carefully laid, and she spun a ruby shaft to intersect, which would have hit him at the same time. But he wasn't there, having propelled himself sideways to a new position a metre away, his lightsaber pointed at her chest.

And so the Sith dived forward, striking left-right-left in a series of attacks that left the Jedi winded, even assisted as he was by the Force. He deflected, forcing his mind to disengage from following her mesmerising technique, to relax and maintain his deep connection to the Force. Thoughts were a hazard.

She did not share that weakness; he could feel the truth of that. She had more conscious control of the power at her command, and that gave her the edge. If he tried to increase his control of the Force, he would reduce his ability to simply react – but if he did not, he could only defend.

The problem reverberated within him as she maintained his connection with the environment, his senses reaching out, his mind searching for answers. But he came up short. In his desperation to search for a solution, he’d lost his focus on her blade, which now slid into his stomach – a killing blow. She smiled at him, her yellow irises ringed crimson – before she slowly removed the blade.

Sometimes the simple things brought the most pleasure.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10pt][10/20][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Belgar.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.
Enemies: NPC Jedi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Jedi moaned as the pain of the wound Saiah had inflicted washed over her. Saiah kept a finger on her neck, where her skin was raw from the heat of the Jedi’s sabre. If Saiah had leaned a little harder on her blade, she would have been a head shorter. This Jedi had guts that was for sure. She had been eady to lay down her life for the chance of taking Saiah’s head and maybe stopping the bomb from going off. The Jedi was panting from pain and fatigue; her eyes were locked with Saiah’s while the Rattataki began circling the prone and wounded Jedi like a predator.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“You almost had me there, not too shabby for a Jedi. Tell me your name; I want to remember your face.”

The Jedi hesitated, grunting as she twisted and turned in search of a way up that would not give the sith a free-shot at her. Wherever she moved, Saiah moved to intercept. She smiled playfully, with clear malice in her eyes as the Jedi recognized the futility.

“Lilit Stermt.”

“Lilit... Stermt.”

Saiah raised her blade to thrust it into the Knight’s left side and puncture her lung. However, the Jedi was able to throw up a shield, which deflected Saiah’s blade and gave the knight her chance to bounce up and lash out with an overhead strike while Saiah’s sabre was low and out of course. Unable to bring her blade up to intercept in time, Saiah stepped into the cut and smashed her right shoulder into the Jedi’s wounded left. The successfully broke the cauterised crust of flesh with the corner of her breastplate, and sent the Jedi reeling back in agonising pain. As the Jedi reeled, Saiah’s sabre slashed upwards and severed her hand before whipping about to thrusting position. Saiah lunged forward and forced her scarlet blade into a small gap in the Jedi’s armour. She planted a light kiss on the Jedi’s cheek before she extinguished her blade and watched as the life faded from her eyes.

“Thank you, Lilit Stermt.”[/SIZE]

 

[Shaddi]

[11[SIZE=11.9999990463257px]/20][/SIZE]
Objectives
Primary: A & E
Secondary: C
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help. four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.) = Rancor Squad.
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes.

Once he was inside the castle he looked around a little before he got a garbled message from Rancor squad. "Sir!... BZZts We are under attack..Crchssst heavy resistance!" It was then cut off and T'zanith pressed two fingers against his helmet. "Rancor squad report, REPORT DAMN IT!" He got no response and he cursed a little. 'What the force is going on?!' He thought as he made his way deeper into the castle.
He looked around as he entered the first chamber as there were effigies dedicated to some sort of sith like entity. 'Are they worshiping some sith lord?' He thought before he heard a loud roar behind him and looked at the monstrous brute that came out of the hall leading to the second chamber. It looked like someone had tried to hybridize a droidbraker with a human, it went against everything that T'zanith knew of the laws of nature.
T'zanith didn't get enough time to think as the beast came charging towards him giving him barely a few breaths to dodge out of the way. "Chit you are quick I'll give you that." He said as he turned his lightsaber on and ran towards the brutes back and slashed at it. Much to his surprise the saber only left a small wound on the brutes back and he soon was backhanded by the brute which sent him flying into a wall behind him.
"Gah!" he exclaimed as he fell down onto his knees, his armor had take n most of the damage like before but that protection was wearing thin to say the least, his helmet was broken, not that he needed it anyway, and the chest piece felt too tight making it hard to breathe. To say the anger around T'zanith was palpable would be an understatement. He stood up and grasped his free hand into the air and thrust it towards the brute, every single loose bit of scrap around the wall behind him shot forwards and into the brutes body halting it's charge towards T'zanith.
Taking the advantage he ran forwards and sliced twice at it's left knee, nearly taking it off as it caused the brute to fall down and scream it's head off from pain. "Don't worry your head will follow along with your leg soon enough." He said as he kept slicing at the brutes neck until the head began rolling along the floor. "KARK I hate this place... ugh so not my day." He said as he removed his robes and began to take off the armor he couldn't wear any longer which just left him with greaves and gauntlets as well as the armorweave under the main armor. He then put his robes back on and threw away his blind fold as his pitch black eyes were on full display. He intended to reduce this pile of scrap to dust and take everything he could from it and kill anyone who stood in his way, to these locals he'd become death incarnate.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10pt][11/20][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Belgar.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.
Enemies: Security, time. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Saiah clipped her sabre to her sash and knelt next to the Jedi’s severed hand. She pried the hilt out of the cold fingers and felt it in her hand. The curved shape fit her hand excellently, but when she tried to activate the sabre, there seemed to be something wrong. If she didn’t know better, she’d look into the emitter to see if there was something stuck. Perhaps it had been broken in the fall. Saiah did not know that inside the hilt was a crystal, attuned to listen only to those pure in heart and Saiah was about as far from pure as one could be. She clipped it to her sash next to her own sabre and looked at her fallen foe once more before she exited the cellar.

She met opposition on her exit in the form of armed guards, but next to the Jedi she had slain, they were nothing. With a swipe of her hand, three of the guards in the back started firing upon the other six. She gripped the weapon of one and clashed it into the face of another with Telekinesis before sending a vast blast of Force energy their way to blow the entire troop out the glass doors. She followed them out, her normally grey eyes warped red and yellow as she excited the building and approached the two guardsmen. She put a pressure on them forcing them to the ground, now strewn with glass and debris from the attack.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Your cause is lost. The Sith have come and your Jedi friend is dead.”

The two guards groaned as they tried to push themselves up, but Saiah was upon them. One had gotten all the way to a seated position only to feel the swift kick of Saiah’s leather boot crush his nose and send him reeling. His head was knocked against the curb, opening a bloody gash. The other one tried to scramble to her feet and run, but Saiah drew her DL-44 heavy blaster and placed two shots in the small of the girl’s back. With a gasp, she crumbled over on the ground. The male one watched and reached a hand towards the girl’s corpse, choking a scream. Saiah could feel his anguish and taste his fear.

“Perhaps she’s still alive. Why don’t you go check on her?”

It was rare for Saiah to play with her food, but just this once, she felt she could enjoy herself just a little more. [/SIZE]

 

[Nerius]

[9/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith

Knocking a blow that came his way to the side, Nerius opened himself to attack, and was surprised to suddenly feel piercing pain along multiple points on his torso. Blood welled in his mouth until there was more than could be held inside, after which it began to leak forth.

Dropping to his knees, he wobbled around drunkinly, attempting to hold the position. But then a solid foot was placed against his chest, to which he was severely kicked back. Laughing began to emanate from around him; the men believed they had killed the Pink Monster...

As they walked away though, Nerius concentrated until he felt his skin stretching and melting. Like water that had something dropped in, his skin had spread but now began to come back to a close. The blood flow slowed, he was able to breathe now, and soon enough he placed his hands above his head on the ground...

Flipping to his feet he charged the backs of his enemies. Pushing his saber through the back of one, he spun around the man and brought his blade with him. Socking a man in his neck, he staggered, giving Nerius a chance to decapitate him.

They would regret turning their backs.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10pt][12/20][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Belgar.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.
Enemies: Security Mice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The male scrambled over to the female and rolled her over before checking her vital signs. There was nothing. Even if the shots had not severed her spinal cord, they would still burn her insides and churn them to mush. Saiah just wanted to see the man suffer, and as he turned his eyes on her, she could see the expression her actions had carved on his face. It was mostly anguish, his skin becoming pale and the veins in his eye beginning to show. There was also dread, dread for his life and for the fate of his planet, then there was the hate he felt deep in his stomach. Saiah’s smile spread across her lips like mockery and she unclipped her sabre from her belt and tossed it in front of him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Do you want to kill me? Then take the weapon.”

She took three steps back and held her arms out to the sides as if to give him a free shot. She would do nothing of the sort, of course. However, the man seemed taken by the chance. Though dizzy from the trauma to his skull and the bleeding wound, he gripped the weapon and pressed the activation button. The red blade emerged and he held it out so as not to cut himself.

“Good, now use your anger and strike me down!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The man let out a fierce yell and ran at her with an overarching swing. It was full of flaws, but also full of anger, power, and hate. She easily sidestepped his overarching swing and kicked him lightly on the rear to infuriate him further. His next attack was a wide horizontal sweep, but Saiah gripped his wrists and turned the blade on him, employing his own momentum and the leverage of joints against his brute strength. She turned the sabre against him and pressed it up against his neck. Unlike him, she knew how they worked. He waved wildly and she worked methodically. When she grew tired of his struggle, she changed her feet and twisted her hip to throw off the man’s momentum and bring the red blade slashing into his cheek and effectively remove the top half of his head. As his body hit the ground, she stood with the sabre in her hands. Saiah spat on his corpse and deactivated the blade before clipping it to her sash alongside the curved one she had taken from the Jedi.

"Absolutely pathetic."[/SIZE]

 

[Nerius]

[10/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith

One man down with a saber through his neck, then another with a kick to the rear of his knee followed through with a decapitation. Rage filled, Nerius bashed, hacked, slashed, and sliced through the men that were left. The majority did not even have a chance to properly turn and defend themselves before they were on the ground in pieces.

Finally finished, Nerius stood breathing heavily, shoulders rising and falling swiftly. His body splattered with blood, the Pink Blob looked like a red-polkadotted-pink mess. For once, his antenna was entirely still, signalling the rage he felt still coursing through his blood.

Stepping rudely on the men as he left, he slowly turned a corner and headed for something else to do. Now instead of finding fun like he always did, there was an urge to find something that could alleviate his anger. Heading for a building that seemed a little to nicely put together, he smiled.

He was gonna knock the thing down!

 

[Shaddi]

[12[SIZE=11.9999990463257px]/20][/SIZE]
Objectives
Primary: A & E
Secondary: C
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help. four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.) = Rancor Squad.
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes. (Midsection removed along with helmet)

As he walked deeper into the castle and entered the second chamber his sight picked up on a faint trail of force energy leading to a wall. 'What's this?' He thought as he walked towards the wall and placed his hand over it as he extended his sight through the wall and saw that there was a hidden chamber within the wall. 'Interesting.' He thought as he poured the force into the wall as he got a good grip of the wall with telekinesis and began to rip the wall of it's hinges, with quite a bit of effort though, it wasn't easy in the least and T'zanith was sweating profusely when the final hinge finally snapped open.
As he was able to move the wall a few locals came running in through one of the two other passages into the third chamber but they soon met with a part of the wall that crushed them under it's weight. T'zanith was panting as he leaned against the wall behind him and let himself catch his breath. 'This took more out of me than I thought it would.' He thought before he looked into the hidden chamber and to his surprise there were ancient tomes as well as a holocron inside it and not just any holocron an ancient sith holocron.
"This must be their leaders hidden cache of sith knowledge." He mumbled as he walked into the room and picked one of the tomes up and flipped through it a little. It was an alchemy tome and he noticed another that detailed sith magic as well. 'This would definitely come in handy in the future.' He thought with a smile as he placed both tomes into a leather satchel that hung on the wall next to the seeming altar that the tomes were placed upon, in it's middle a sith holocron.
T'zanith took it and placed it into the satchel and was surprised that under the holocron lay yet another book though this seemed to be a journal, most likely of the wannabe sith lord that had taken over the locals.
"I'll have to study these later." He said to himself almost reluctantly as he really wished to pour himself over the tomes and absorb the knowledge they contained, But he had to get to Rancor squad and fast as he had dawdled on for too long already.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[13/20]
Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.
Location: Belgar.
Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.
Enemies: Security.


Two corpses lay in the dust at her feet, two more pitiful ants crushed beneath the steel boot of the Sith. She raised the detonator for the bomb in the basement and held it out in front of her. Casually she backed away, counting the steps and measuring the distance of the blast to avoid the worst of the upcoming debris. Then, with the most casual of hand-movements she let go of the trigger, detonating the bomb.

A split second felt like a full minute. Then came the initial ‘thud’, a muffled explosion as the foundation was reduced to fine powder. The windows were blown out by the pressure wave, sending the transparent materials raining down in a shower of shards. Cracks appeared in the structure as the concrete and steel inside collapsed on itself. The building collapsed and the roar of the falling structure drowned out the panicked screams of those trapped inside. If any did survive, then they would be waiting a long time for help. With the invasion going on, no one could or would be spared.

Mission complete, an organisation destroyed and their records in ruin, quite literally. She plotted a few things into her datapad and sent for her ship to pick her up at a new site, then activated her stealth-field and vanished.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=8/20]​

Objective: Fun
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: 1 x squad Sitherhood troopers
Enemies: Whoever takes her fancy

Maja continued to walk aimlessly – to wherever the Force took her. Eventually she dismissed the troopers, they were probably scaring off the locals.

Within a few minutes, she’d taken a wrong turn and found herself at the entrance of a dark alley. Thank heavens for dark alleys – there was always one when you needed it.

Three men averted their gaze from the dice game they were playing and eyed Maja. They didn’t have to speak, their spears told her they weren’t friendly and she was clearly in their territory.

She fixed them with a piercing gaze, then pounced. Her lightsaber tore through one immediately, severing his upper body at the waist and cutting his spear in half. In passing through the man, her blade instantly cauterized the man's wounds, and only a drop of his blood hit the floor. The upper body landed on the floor, his arms still clinging to the broken spear.

The second spear-wielding thug hurled his weapon at her, but the Sith easily dodged it. Before the spear clattered against the wall, the man pulled a knife and lunged. She brought her lightsaber up fast and gave it a neat spin, slicing the Bartokk's knife-wielding hand off with the first turn, and then lopping off his head with the second. It landed on the floor with a dull thud.

To avoid the debris she’d created, she leaped up into the air and executed a backward somersault, then landed hard. She swung her lightsaber and kicked at the body parts, sending them into the remaining man. Seeing his two comrades perish, the surviving thug brandished his spear but stood his ground. Out of the corner of one eye, Maja noticed a metal hook swinging back and forth at the end of the chain that dangled from the wall. Now the man and so she used the Force to propel the metal hook through the air. The hook snagged the man’s collar, catching him before the chain snagged at the pulley. He swung in a broad arc, struggling to free himself from the sharp hook as he dangled a few feet over the ground, lashing out with no real likelihood of escape.

“And now the fun begins…”

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[14/20]

Objective: Get the heth out of dodge.
Location: Belgar -> Space.
Allies: A Chauffeur.
Enemies: Distractions.


Saiah may not have truly vanished, but as she strolled through Belgar, she would be hard to see. Mostly because no one was looking for her in particular, and as such people usually did not notice the way light warped a little where she passed. If they did, then they let it slip their minds as there were far more dangerous and real things afoot.

Her destination was a pre-prepared building with roof access. She entered through the back door and took the stairs to the top. When she arrived there, she could already hear the sound of an approaching ship. It halted a few metres over the roof and with a running start, Saiah jumped on board the lowered ramp. It closed behind her and she made her way to the cockpit, gliding into a chair and exhaling. The two lightsabres rested on her thigh one her own, one she had claimed. Her hand venture to the curved hilt she had taken from the Jedi and she inspected it closely. Feeling it in her hand, weighing and judging it. Ideas were popping up in her head. She looked at the sabre Darth Ferus had given her, and found that it may just be time she constructed her own. If anything, it was far overdue.

"Darling, take me to the nearest safe-house. Off-world please. I've seen enough of this hole."

Her ship took off, the droid pilot brought her out of the planet's surface and away from Belagroth. Her job there was done.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=9/20]​

Objective: More fun
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: 1 x squad Sitherhood troopers
Enemies: A huge bug...

Before the fun could start, Maja was aware of another presence. Whirling she turned to face a Bartokk. A two-metre tall insect with four claws, each gripping a vibro-ax. She was amazed it had sneaked up behind her but remembered they were known to be assassins – but her amazement immediately turned into defensive action.

The Bartokk whipped two of the vibro-axes at her. The Sith Knight darted to the side as she activated her lightsaber. The thrown vibro-axes sailed past her and slammed into the man suspended from the wall, causing an explosion of blood. The Bartokk charged, and Maja’s lightsaber was a blur of bright crimson as she went for the assassin's wrists. In a single sweep of the lightsaber's blade, the Bartokk had lost all four of his claws. Two of the claws, still gripping vibro-axes, thrashed across the floor of the alley floor.

The Bartokk leaped at her. She brought her foot up fast and caught the Bartokk hard. The huge insect fell backward and landed on top of the vibro-axes clasped in his own claws. Seconds later, the Bartokk's severed parts were motionless. Maja deactivated her lightsaber and returned it to her belt.

“Well that doesn’t happen every day,” she mused as she wandered back out the alley.

 

[Vrag]

[3/20]
Objective: B
Location: Belgar
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Raven"]
???: [member="Disciple"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OspATQ4HuLs​

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The last thing you expected to hear after a good day's slaughter was booing. Screams of pain and suffering? Sure. The shrill whistling of artillery, the crackle of blaster fire? Absolutely.

But booing?

Well, feth. Someone was either crazy, or had balls of beskar, or both.

Her head whipped around, horns crowned by a halo of fire burning conveniently in the backdrop. The whole scene was nearly engineered; cooling corpses littering the cracked duracrete around her in an almost perfect circle, blood and entrails splattered across what ground remained uncovered by the dead and the dying.

She almost wished somebody would take a photo of the thing, but the moment was ruined as soon as she spotted down the offender. Her blue eyes narrowed behind the skull mask, the Vonduun clenching against her body as the emotions of its owner bled into the Skerr Ygdris.

Well, 'emotions'.

Even without the armor — physical and psychological — Vrag wasn't a very expressive person, but some actions warranted a response. The immediate danger was gone, the troops and Vong were already moving on to clear the side alleys, and so the woman was left alone with the odd figure that was merrily swinging its legs atop a building to her right, not the slightest bit concerned with the fact that it was in the middle of a warzone.

"Aren't you a bit far from home, boy?"

 

[Shaddi]

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Objectives
Primary: A & E
Secondary: C
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help. four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.) = Rancor Squad.
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes. (Midsection removed along with helmet)

The next three chambers were like a blur as he cut a bloody path though the castle all the while focusing his sight to try and find rancor squad. At the sixth chamber he stopped as he began to see evidence of Rancor squads passing. Two of the hulks lay dead on the floor but he also noticed that there were a few bloodstains that didn't belong to the hulks at all. He then noticed a path made by drag marks leading into a long corridor.
"You and your debts T'zanith, you'll get yourself killed like this." He sighed as he began to walk forwards into the corridor, he felt a little annoyed that he owed the squad his life since they protected him when that droidbraker attacked. A local came running towards him with such sloppy form that it made T'zanith nearly roll his eyes. As the local struck he struck empty air and got a lightsaber stabbed into his back from behind as T'zanith kept walking.
He had to wonder what made the locals so zealous and began to wonder if this wannabe sith lord was using some sort of mass mind trick to inspire such loyalty, or that they looked at him like some sort of deity. 'It takes all kinds I guess' He thought as he made his way to a pair of large doors at the end of the corridor. As he looked them over he heard a roar from the other end and when he looked back a part of him wished he hadn't.
In front of him was a large and twisted Droidbraker, the only real evidence the thing was a droidbraker was it's similar physique. T'zanith didn't get much chance to think as the beast came charging down the hallway towards him giving him barely half a minute to think.
With an acrobatics precision, T'zanith jumped from one wall to the doors and then up just getting over the sithspawned droidbraker as it struck the doors and flung them of their hinges and into the large hall way on the other side. The hall was a in a cylindrical shape with four large statues on each end forming a cross of swords and spears in the middle from which hung a large chandelier with torches attached instead of candles or lights. The statues reminded T'zanith a little of the statues back on Coruscant as they all were robed figures but they also wore armor which made the similarities end.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: C
Location: Abandoned Factory (Entering scrapyard)
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Sisterhood Troopers x10 l [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Posts: {4/20}

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfbNC1vTZRg[/youtube]​

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Leading the girls into the factory, she felt the presence of other Droidbreakers. Unlike the one's they faced out in the scrapyard, the one's she was feeling were radiating small heartbeats; babies. There was a time, a very long time ago, that she would spare the younglings of species. Now, she understood the best way to keep the weaker species in check was to commit atrocities that resulted in the deaths of the very young. It wasn't these babies fault they were born in this factory, it was their parents. But as rule of thumb, the children would suffer the ignorance of parents.​

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"Fan out and begin searching the nests," she ordered the Sisterhood troopers. "By now you understand what is expected of you all. Go....and secure the factory for the Dark Lord."​

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Leaving the troops to do their job, she began walking through the factory taking notice of the amount of ore was available. Luckily they had arrived in time before the beasts consumed it all. Some piles, she noticed, where much larger and unmolested; while the smaller piles where nearly exhausted. In the distance, she began to hear blaster fire from the troopers, which earned them a smile.​

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"Begin dispatching the transport vehicles at once," Darth Venefica ordered into her activated comlink.​